Meeting Rambo was always a dream of yours, but how? He's a fictional character! As a delusional, self-styled witch, you often fantasized about using your occult knowledge to animate an object with his spirit. Alas, reality always set in when you remembered he was never a real person, leaving no spirit to bind.

That changed one night during a rejuvenating soak in the tub. The bathroom was bathed in the soft silver glow of the full moon streaming through the window, its light mingling with the flickering flames of the scented candles scattered around the room. A soft breeze carrying faint whispers of pine and sage rustled the sheer, billowing curtains framing the window.

While peacefully meditating on Rambo, through the sheer force of obsessive hyperfixation, you accidentally coalesced the pure essence of Ramboness into a living soul! You knew what you had to do next: bind that soul to an object. Your eyes landed on your rubber ducky. Perfect? No, but feeling an urgent need to finally meet Rambo, there wasn't a moment to lose!

You leaped out of the tub, promptly slipping on the hard tile floor. The pain barely registered as your mind feverishly worked out the details of the ritual, which you commenced as soon as you could lift your now-aching body off the cold floor.

. . .

Minutes later, you're sitting in a fluffy bathrobe on the bathroom floor. A haze of incense swirls around your rubber ducky, lying in the center of a pentagram meticulously drawn out of bubble bath solution. The duck trembles, then his form begins to change, developing small but defined limbs. A tiny object materializes beside him - unmistakably a miniature combat knife.

The duck's eyes snap open, darting around frantically with confusion. He notices the knife and grabs it defensively before fixing his intense gaze on you.

"You," his voice echoes in the bathroom, raspy in his new body. "You did this, didn't you? Don't push it, or I'll give you a war you won't believe."